Towel Tower

Oh wow just look at that tower. It is the tower of towels. They are in a queue waiting for the dryer today. The drier is having a manicure so they will all have to just wait. Yes that's right wait. It is the symbolic image of a platypus platter that pleases prawns. They are watching the towels and also waiting. In fact there really isn't anything today that isn't waiting. Waiting wearies warbling wants. And a giant slice of cheese was grabbing a knife in disgust and throwing it at a passing apple. This was then greeted by the arrival of the grater whose response was to shred the cheese with no trial. No trials were unheard of for cheese. Normally there was a process but it did not appear to be the case in this situation. Mrs Roberta raisin raised her glass and toasted the fine actions of the grater whose antics pleased the manner in which raisins were controlled and control is neither a chewing conifer nor a climbing chimp chomping curds. The grater felt honoured and whirled around in excitement. Whoosh whoosh whoosh. Finally after much waiting the drier appeared. It had to wake the towels for they had fallen asleep. And that was dangerous for they must be awake in the drying cycle due to heat exposure. And capturing the baby elephant cup was quite a difficult feat for the sponges today but they finally caught up using a sliding lint cloth. Good. Minutes making mammoths moan. And a little beetle in a wonderful old fashioned coat with breeches sang to drown out the speeches from the straw covered kitchen. Ha x and a z. Epistemological z z znznzn at forty six capital I's to seventeen billiard balls bouncing on a trampoline in long flowing skirts. G f b q z